I've recently been playing Persona 4.
Its addictive, with normal turn-based battle system with a strategic twist into it.
The story is intriguing enough, and I'm enjoying it alot =)
So, Common Test has arrived. I'm still taking it slowly and lazily, although I think I might still be able to do well.

So I've recently had some type of urge to write.
I prefer fiction, as in fantasy and those type of nonsensical stuffs.
Normal compositions, though I do enjoy writing them, restrict my writing style with word limits and a topic. And I really do not like that.
I'll probably post up a story sometime. I'm having that urge to do that again. HAHA!

[EDIT:]
This is a story I thought up on the spot. Comments please.


As the night sky sparkled with stars that glimmer and shimmer in the darkness,
a boy lay prone, perfectly still, holding his breath. How many seconds had passed
since he ducked to avoid being caught? Patrols walked around lazily. The guards were obviously
very bored with their job. It was dull, and repetitive. The boy was almost caught while trying to sneak into
the building. It was a dangerous thing to do, and the boy knew that. However, he was left with no choice.

The villagers needed someone to do it.

It was all for the village. Under the tyrant Belgatorix, who ruled over the lands harshly, depriving the people
of food, essentials, and money. He took it all away from them. He imposed high taxes and punished those who were
unable to fork out the money. Some people had just passed away, lying on the streets, starved to death.

The village of Polgo was not an exception. The people were starved and hungry, the adults could only give
what remaining food they had to the children, in the hopes that they would survive. It was a harsh period of time
for the people of Duranda. It had once flourished under the rule of the old king, but now, with the reign of Belgatorix,
the king was obviously the only one with benefits. Even with the growing of the country, things were not any better
for the people.

The boy now stood up, as the guard has already walked away, with his back on him. He had jet black hair, messy and unkempt,
with the hair on the back of his head at shoulder-length. His hair hung down at the front, his fringe covering his right eye.
He smoothed his hair to the back, but a bunch always hung down. His eyes were blue, and he stood tall and handsome.
His name was Hartog.
Hartog sneaked carefully nearer to the building, poised on the balls of his feet, alert and ready to make a mad dash if someone
spotted him.

Hartog crept closer and closer to the building. This seemed too easy. He relaxed, and walked towards the door and opened the storage house.
Inside was food, so much food, that he literally jumped for joy. He took out the sack he had brought and stuffed as much food as possible into
the sack. Filled up to the brim, he could hardly carry it. Hartog decided to empty part of it. He would just have to come back to steal again.

He smiled to himself. The villagers could last a few more days again. Although it may not be much, the villagers would just have to bear with it
until the next trip for stealing. He opened the door abit, and surveyed the surroundings. No one was in sight. He then opened the door, and then started to run.
Hartog could not bear risking getting caught. His efforts would have all come to a naught, and there was no saying if the punishment if caught was
bearable at all.

A guard coincidentally saw him after turning a corner. "Hey! What are you doing!" the guard shouted. Hartog was startled, and almost tripped. 'What bad luck.' he thought.
Hartog dashed into the woods, in the hopes of losing the guard. The guard had alerted the rest, and the pack of them had started chasing after him.
In the darkness, the grass and leaves rustled as a cool breeze swept by. The search was on.

Hartog did not stop moving. He was not safe till he reached the village. So many times, his body could not take it anymore, and Hartog was tempted to stop and catch his breath.
However, a guard will always appear nearby, and he had to continue. Carrying a heavy sack of food did not help in the least bit.

He had finally reached the village. Hartog ran to his house, opened the door, and closed it a split second later. Fumbling with his keys, he locked the door and hid his stash of food in a hidden place under his floorboards that he had made.

A sudden knock on the door broke the silence of the house. The guards had found him.
Hartog started to panic, and did not know what to do. The guards broke open his door. They grabbed him, and towed him away, back to their base, where their captain was. Everything had turned wrong.


Dragged in front of the captain, Hartog was beaten and bruised, and tortured. They did not manage to find the food stolen. But they chose to punish him anyway. Hartog faced continuous torture from his captors, and blood was flowing down from his mouth,
and dripping down to his clothing. He did not know how much longer he could take the brutal beating. As he guard gave him another punch to the face, Hartog could feel his conciousness wavering. He felt the strength of his body had left him,
and slowly his eyes closed and darkness enveloped him.

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Nowadays I seem quite bored.. School is boring. And Yipster.. sigh. Don't want to talk about her as I could talk about her all I want, and nothing will change.


And some food for thought: Are you really showing your true personality on the outside? Or are you putting on multiple "masks" when you meet different people? What is truly your inner feelings, opinions, and character? Are those thoughts that you have deep down in your head... Ugly, bad thoughts? Such as hate, jealousy and whatnot. Even if you deny, your ''true self'' one day would show, and people will know..